Hello there. Nice to meet you.
Who am I? Well I'm the man in this story. What am I? That's a bit complicated.
I'm many things and I'm also one thing. I'm a man. I'm an assassin. I'm a killer. I'm a criminal, one who is in court right now.
I'm in court because I was caught and arrested a few days ago. This is always a dilemma for most. But I couldn't be more happier.
Please take a seat. Be relaxed as I tell you my story.
Of course I haven't introduced myself. Sorry about that. I'm Shawn Shaw. I am thirty two years old.
In my life as an assassin, I have killed almost an estimate of about six hundred and thirty two perfect kills.
Now then, let's back up. I said I was in court. To prove that I'm a skilled assassin, I'll kill today. As for my target, the judge's brother.
The judge for my case is the infamous Hale Fraisler.
"May the record declare that court is now in session." The judge said as he began the hearing.
"Case number zero zero nine four eight. The case of a famous killer known to love art and treat the world as a canvas. The accused, Shawn Shaw. We will now commence." The judge looked around to confirm every one was following.
"We may hear the statement and accusations of the prosecution. If you don't mind, please take the take the stand and present your case." The judge gestured.
As you may imagine, a prosecutor came up. Oh... it's a woman. Well, she ain't bad. Her black and healthy hair with her brown eyes. Her body is rather voluptuous, I definitely won't mind having this one for supper.
That aside, she's great. The gown looks good on her. And confidence is spilling from her. Too bad she's on the self riteous side of this world.
The woman stood up with a file. She opened it and gave almost half the pages to the judge.
"Your honour, I would like to appreciate the opportunity. Firstly, the prosecution has been after Mr Shaw for over Twenty years. Mr Shaw has committed multiple murders since a very young age, fourteen to be precise." The woman gave picked up two pages from her pile.
"He wasn't convicted due to--" she went on with her presentation amd monologue.
Okay, I should be listening to all this. But this is all too boring.
But let me tell you what she may be blabbing off. I started killing from the age of thirteen. It was a mistake the first time though.
My father was rich man. I went to confess amd turned myself in, but the old man couldn't bear to see me suffer in prison. So he pulled some strings.
Out of anger, I ran from home. Every teenager's behaviour. I'm sure you'd agree. But I won't talk about the old man yet. He's dead anyway.
Things happened and I found myself with nothing after some years. I ended up on the streets. At some point I joined gangs and indulged in bad habits.
One day one of the drug dealers made me a deal. I should be a killer for hire. That way I would survive easier.
I had gotten over my fear of killing and deaths. So I went ahead and took the job.
Since then, I took any job that paid well. I also killed the bastard who planted the idea in my head.
I am proud though. Of everything in this world, I'm the best at this. I am the best assassin one can find.
In my time I have killed a lot. Name them all. Politicians, businessmen, fathers, mothers, maybe kids - unintentionally though- rivals and everyone else who was a hit.
I have never been caught. I have always succeeded in my assassinations. And that's the flawed summary of my life. But to fully grasp how I got here, you should listen to this trial.
"Mr Shaw, the state has declared its position. With the crimes that have been listed, how do you plead?" The judge asked me.
I'm a free spirit even if I'm bad. Looking around to see and understand people is my talent. So I wouldn't fail doing that now.
As I stood up, I could feel the wight of everyone's eyes on me. This was somewhat expected.
"Your honour, I plead...." I intentionally held my breath. And of course, more than half of the people here are also holding their breaths.
"... guilty." I pleaded to the judge. Those who didn't like me were surprised. But there were also relieved. But come on, I wasn't done yet.
"I plead guilty to a murder that will occure in the next thirty minutes. But if I plead guilty to the accusations of the prosecution I won't be able to reveal my secrets. So, as a gift in disguise, I will not." My response raised murmures and discomfort in court.
I could also feel the hostility that was rising, directed at me.
"Order in the court of law please." The judge hit the sound block with the gavel. With each strike, the disturbance subsided.
"Mr Shaw, this is a court of law. We are not here for your entertainment. I will ask this again in case you misunderstood." Judge Fraisler took a deep breath and shot his gaze in my direction.
That look is definitely meant to be threatening, this I can tell. Too bad it's wasted on me. I wonder though, is he intentionally ignoring the fact that I said I'll kill someone.
"I plead not guilty your honour." I said into the mic. The entire court heard me clearly, and rose in murmures soon after.
The judge attended to them and turned to me again. He said nothing but glanced at the pile of papers handed in by the prosecution.
"The prosecution will now have their chance to present their evidence. Madam prosecutor, please take the stand." The judge said.
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